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What are The Iron Fairies?
The Iron Fairies' is not just a book for children; it is also an underground journey.
With hand-crafted collectables and an interactive website, it is based on 1 of 3 small diaries - dropped by a little miner one night as he was placing his precious fairies out in the garden, and discovered the next day by a group of children whilst they were playing in the tree.
This is a story of the little underground iron miners, longing to one day escape their miserable world. To do so, they toil day and night making 'the iron fairies', which they place in garden late at night. This is the only time it is safe for the miners because they won't get burnt by the sun or eaten by the cat!
When the sun rises, the fairies wake, weaving their magic throughout the garden and bringing joy to the above ground world. The miners are trying to create the perfect fairy that will one day fly down and help them escape their life of misery. Sometimes the miners make a mistake with the mix and every now and then a naughty 'blue' fairy is made. These fairies create mischief and wreak a playful havoc with their happy - but cheeky demeanor. When they catch one, the miners lock them in the casting room, deep down in the mine. Little do they know that maybe it could be one of these pretty blue fairies that could help them to one day be free.
The only way she can escape to help the miners is for YOU to visit the website, crack the codes and set her free.
This is the story of The Iron Fairies…………
Deep beneath the garden's ground,
Lay a labyrinth of tunnels where people abound.
A dark and dirty world it was said,
For a village and mine, so dusty, so red!
People so little and wrinkled lived here,
And worked the mine's pits, year after year.
Day into night they dug and they sifted,
To find that red iron, ever so gifted.
Rolled and tumbled, crushed and belted,
Placed in a furnace, where it was melted.
Poured into moulds, all encrusted,
And made into fairies, red and rusted!
Shaped and carved, sanded and ground,
Wrapped in cloth and carefully bound.
Some were cheeky and some were tame,
They even had there own special name.
The time had come, and all was right,
To reach the garden, into the night.
The cover of dark, looking side to side,
Always so ready, to run or to hide!
Thick with foliage, tracks so small,
Winding threw out, trees so tall.
Look to the sky, what an array,
The stars above, the Milky Way!
As the sun began to slowly rise,
Beautiful surrounding twilight skies.
As the birds began to chirp and sing,
A special surprise this day will bring.
The warmth of the sun, and its beaming rays,
Brings life in many amazing ways.
A fairy of beauty, to watch and adore,
For that fairy so rusted, so red, no more.
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